The plot thickens
We know not wherefrom arises our heart’s muse
and to be truthful, there’s no planning involved,
as we pen our words, offering no excuse,
though writing with the hope that all be evolved,
including us as well, a thought that does amuse,
since God is incharge, no problems need be solved,
so back to the start, in sync with beats of heart,
thus doing nothing, we craft a work of art.
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